Things are spinning into a vortex of deeper insanity here in Athens, Ohio. Some highlights from my life:
1. I'm moving toward a decision to go to graduate school in acting rather than staying at Ohio University for another two years or facing the "real world." This is causing me much anxiety because I know I have at least two years less training than many I'm competing against. Also, to finish my degree in journalism by the end of the year, I would have to drop out of acting studio (a set group of people who have their acting classes together) and it breaks my heart to think about.
2. One of my old professors was murdered last week. It's insane! People don't get murdered in Athens, Ohio! Not in this land of idyllic splendor and small-town goodness! I had this professor my sophomore year for People in Italian Renaissance... kind of a niche class. Police are holding his son -- another student at OU -- under charges of homicide.
3. My play goes up in less than three weeks. We still have a lot of time, but I'm just so mentally exhausted. And it's such a time and effort commitment. I'm having fun, but my classes are suffering for it -- including my acting classes.
4. I got called back for 3 of the 4 School of Theater shows, which makes me feel good. Unfortunately, I sucked up 2 of the callbacks already. I wasn't prepared and that shined through loud and clear. It's embarrassing embarrassing yourself. Oiy vey. One more callback to redeem my reputation!
5. My dad's birthday is coming up! *Dad, don't read this* I got him an awesome present over two months ago, and I'm really looking forward to giving it to him! Woohoo!
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Per Joanna's request...
Well, Joanna -- you asked for public embarrassment (though not in those words), and here you have it! Proof that the Cortesio family is among the silliest in -- and around -- the world!
When it comes down to it, I miss my family all of the time. I have one of the best, so it's entirely justifiable. As we scatter across Iowa, the U.S. and the world, my heart is stretched in that many directions. No amount of yoga makes that feel natural.
But, in line with the tone of the above video: Heehaw heehaw heehaw!! Moo. Cluck cluck. Mooooose moooose.
Creepy dolls and nonsense.
I'm busy.
I am intensely busy, and I can't decide if I love it or not. I'm too busy to think about it.
And so, to escape from the laborious task of not thinking about how busy I am in my free-ish time, I post this disturbing piece of Athens county culture for the enjoyment of strangers and friends alike.
Welcome to Athen's County Kroger. Tacked so lovingly on the ceiling: stuffed dolls portraying the K-Roger's workers. Observe their spirited OU garb...observe their bright, yarn-bedecked faces...observe how freaking creepy they are!
Kroger may have fresher spinach, it may have Reduced-Fat Skippy Creamy Peanut Butter, it may treat its workers with a modicum of respect, but is it worth the nightmares?
I bet they're voodoo dolls. Next time I'm in Kroger, maybe I'll chuck forked objects at the dolls and see if any of the employees suddenly fall to the floor.
I type nonsense in lieu of having a social life. Maybe I'll steal one of those dolls to cuddle with at night.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Eureka! (The exclamation, not the owner of a castle)
I have allotted myself 3 minutes in which to blog, toothbrush hanging out of my mouth, eyelids drooping down to my toes.
It's all coming together. I spent about an hour and a half with my Acting coach, and he has clarified so much for me. He clarified it in a way that I have "understood" prior to tonight, but didn't "feel."
What are you talking about, Lindsey? The idea of acting, of trusting your own emotions, of doing and not worrying about feeling. It's a beautiful freedom.
Don't get me wrong, I suck I'm sure, but one day I won't and I'm on the road to one day.
It's all coming together. I spent about an hour and a half with my Acting coach, and he has clarified so much for me. He clarified it in a way that I have "understood" prior to tonight, but didn't "feel."
What are you talking about, Lindsey? The idea of acting, of trusting your own emotions, of doing and not worrying about feeling. It's a beautiful freedom.
Don't get me wrong, I suck I'm sure, but one day I won't and I'm on the road to one day.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Will global dimming prove parallel to the dimming of the American population?
“I am not what I think I am and I am not what you think I am. I am what I think you think I am.” –Charles A. Cooley
Independent of the above quote, I ramble:
Last Saturday night I came home, not quite sober, to plop down on the most uncomfortable couch in the world and flip on the tube. On the tv,"Global Dimming," a NOVA production outlining the lesser talked about global disaster precipitated by humans. It seems that the pollutants we release into the atmosphere (more specifically, sulfur) is preventing sunlight from reaching earth. This atmospheric disturbance has effected evaporation and certain plant-life. Great.
The good ... er, not-as-horrible ... news? That this particular condition has prevented what was titled so terrifyingly as "Accelerated Global Warming." Charming. Basically, we've saved ourselves from accelerated global warming by blocking the sun's rays. We messed up . . .but we messed up in such a way to preserve our environment for, say, 20 more years.
I was understandably upset, as I am any time the disaster-of-an-environment topic is broached (and often when it is not). But then, in my non-sobriety, I felt a swelling of pride for NOVA and it's journalistic qualities. A glimmer of hope shone through the clouds of my fatalism -- maybe such documentaries will reach just enough people to make an impact. Fear tactics -- it's all we have left.
To read more about Global Dimming, visit the NOVA site: http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/sun/
Independent of the above quote, I ramble:
Last Saturday night I came home, not quite sober, to plop down on the most uncomfortable couch in the world and flip on the tube. On the tv,"Global Dimming," a NOVA production outlining the lesser talked about global disaster precipitated by humans. It seems that the pollutants we release into the atmosphere (more specifically, sulfur) is preventing sunlight from reaching earth. This atmospheric disturbance has effected evaporation and certain plant-life. Great.
The good ... er, not-as-horrible ... news? That this particular condition has prevented what was titled so terrifyingly as "Accelerated Global Warming." Charming. Basically, we've saved ourselves from accelerated global warming by blocking the sun's rays. We messed up . . .but we messed up in such a way to preserve our environment for, say, 20 more years.
I was understandably upset, as I am any time the disaster-of-an-environment topic is broached (and often when it is not). But then, in my non-sobriety, I felt a swelling of pride for NOVA and it's journalistic qualities. A glimmer of hope shone through the clouds of my fatalism -- maybe such documentaries will reach just enough people to make an impact. Fear tactics -- it's all we have left.
To read more about Global Dimming, visit the NOVA site: http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/sun/
Blog, the First
I expect of myself no consistency in blog posting. I also expect very little in the manner of fantastic insight. I find my daily life wonderfully exciting in the rather hum-drum way of college life. I think college life lends itself to seeming wonderfully exciting, but so often very little results from the four, five, six years.
I'm currently reading Zen in the Art of Archery, and learning how one must abandon her sense of self to become the art itself. It's a wonderful book -- concise, if not enlightening. However, it's also very frustrating. Having pursued intellect -- the art of deep thinking and reflection -- my entire life, I find that abandoning this sense of self that I have learned not only to define but develop is tricky. Tricky tricky tricky. I get to college where I am barraged with the idea of defining my identity not only as the subject of other's viewpoints, but independent of other's opinions -- a stronghold apart. And then along comes acting (and all the acting coaches involved) and they're all telling me to stop thinking. Well damn.
Tricky tricky tricky.
My efforts will be in yoga and meditation. But for now I'm off to my first production meeting. I'm directing Neil LaBute's Some Girl(s) for The Lost Flamingo Company (Ohio University's only student-run theater company). I'm very excited and moderately prepared (getting there!). And then, on to hours of journalism homework (double majoring is a bitch).
I'm currently reading Zen in the Art of Archery, and learning how one must abandon her sense of self to become the art itself. It's a wonderful book -- concise, if not enlightening. However, it's also very frustrating. Having pursued intellect -- the art of deep thinking and reflection -- my entire life, I find that abandoning this sense of self that I have learned not only to define but develop is tricky. Tricky tricky tricky. I get to college where I am barraged with the idea of defining my identity not only as the subject of other's viewpoints, but independent of other's opinions -- a stronghold apart. And then along comes acting (and all the acting coaches involved) and they're all telling me to stop thinking. Well damn.
Tricky tricky tricky.
My efforts will be in yoga and meditation. But for now I'm off to my first production meeting. I'm directing Neil LaBute's Some Girl(s) for The Lost Flamingo Company (Ohio University's only student-run theater company). I'm very excited and moderately prepared (getting there!). And then, on to hours of journalism homework (double majoring is a bitch).
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